Hi, I’m Christina.

Mother, thinker, and over-planner in recovery.

For most of my life, I followed the script - the one that said plan diligently, work hard, and achieve. I built a career of which I am very proud. And then life happened. I got engaged, pregnant, single, engaged (again), married, left said career, and poured myself into raising two incredible kids.

In early 2025, I started 40(unscripted) as a space to reflect on midlife, reinvention, and what it means to live beyond the plan. Just weeks later, my husband passed away unexpectedly. The ground beneath me shifted in ways I’m still trying to make sense of. Grief cracked me open, but in the midst of pain, I’ve found moments of grace, clarity, and connection I never expected.

This blog has since evolved into something deeper: a place to share raw, honest reflections about living through (and beyond) the unimaginable. Here, I write about identity, parenthood, love, loss, mental health, ambition, wellness, and the beauty (and terror) of letting go.

40(unscripted) is part personal exploration, part rebellion against the pressure to have it all figured out. It’s also a love letter to anyone navigating a life that looks nothing like they planned. If you’re moving through grief, craving more presence, or just wondering if everyone else is winging it too, you’re in the right place.

I don’t have all the answers. But I have stories. And I’m giving myself the space to tell them with the hope they bring even a little peace, comfort, or solidarity to someone else walking their own unscripted path.

Let’s see where this goes.

Welcome to 40(unscripted).

After 12 days creating magical memories with loved ones during a time of deep sorrow and loss, coming home to this gesture of kindness and love is particularly special. Pops, you are the best 🥰
Heart is full. God is good.
Heart is full. God is good.
We’ve been in LA spending time with Kira’s bio-dad before he leaves California. We have the kids’ school’s support for this extended visit so they can have extra time with their other dad. • When we got here on Wednesday,
We’ve been in LA spending time with Kira’s bio-dad before he leaves California. We have the kids’ school’s support for this extended visit so they can have extra time with their other dad. • When we got here on Wednesday, in front of Z, Benji said to me, “Mommy, I’m happy at least I still have my other dad, Baba Zia.” It was bittersweet but mostly sweet. • For Christmas last year, you got me a Barry’s class pack during their annual sale. You always knew working out is a mandatory for me - it’s where I release stress and get my mind right. I hadn’t been to Barry’s since before you passed away. It felt really nice to be back, but boy have I lost physical strength. • I don’t remember the last time I slept through the night. It was long before you passed on. I was stunned to see I’d done it last night. To be determined whether it’s sustainable or due to Benadryl 🙃 • I miss our home and community, but it has been so good to experience a change of scenery. Wish you were here with us 🙏🏽❤️‍🩹
I’ve given birth the old-fashioned way twice. • Last night, I dreamt I gave birth again - only then I couldn’t deliver the placenta and couldn’t remember who the baby in my dream was. • Here is what ChatGPT told me the dre
I’ve given birth the old-fashioned way twice. • Last night, I dreamt I gave birth again - only then I couldn’t deliver the placenta and couldn’t remember who the baby in my dream was. • Here is what ChatGPT told me the dream might mean.
To Take For Granted.
To Take For Granted.
After 12 days creating magical memories with loved ones during a time of deep sorrow and loss, coming home to this gesture of kindness and love is particularly special. Pops, you are the best 🥰
Heart is full. God is good. We’ve been in LA spending time with Kira’s bio-dad before he leaves California. We have the kids’ school’s support for this extended visit so they can have extra time with their other dad. • When we got here on Wednesday, I’ve given birth the old-fashioned way twice. • Last night, I dreamt I gave birth again - only then I couldn’t deliver the placenta and couldn’t remember who the baby in my dream was. • Here is what ChatGPT told me the dre To Take For Granted.